For two days and two nights we got to have our youngest granddaughter.

She is amazing help.

Always willing to do something; whatever we are doing. Always asking: “is there anything I can do to help you—or can I help you Grandpa”?

She goes with us braving the mosquitoes and deer fly, plus those nasty biting little horse flies.

Taking her little red shovel— helping move the water down the rows– making that big warm farmer’s heart in her grandpa swell with pride.

Jumping carefully over the just sprouting pinto beans, we hear her laughing delightedly.

Then just before the dark closes in completely she and grandpa would go for a fast, breath-catching four-wheeler ride, me following along behind….way behind so Boomer and I didn’t eat dust. Clear to the Rocky Point, then home again.

Today we are back to just ‘ourselves’ and our normal routines.

For a little while, we were young once more filling our days with work and play that only a 9 year can bring.

Sometimes you wake up and go…”I’m tired of the same-o-same-o. We need to do SOMETHING different!”

Friday was a day like that for Terry and I.

I’ve been painting in our house for the last several weeks…bathroom, bedrooms, front and back porch; plus all the other things we have been getting done in preparation for the corn harvest. Loading up hay for hay customers, winterizing both yards and pumps and well, the list just goes on an on.

Terry looked at me and asked, “Well, what do you want to do? Got any ideas?”

Yes I did! I have been missing Bladen. It was many weeks ago we saw him. He didn’t come for Halloween, because of basketball games that weekend. (And, of course OTHER more interesting things 8th grade boys like to do.)

So we called Misty and asked if we could come up for Blade’s game with Baggs Wyoming. It would be a fast trip as there were hay customers coming the first thing Saturday morning, but we wanted to see everyone for a couple of hours and watch Blade play.

She told us to come on up, but don’t tell the kids…just drive in an surprise them!

So we did!

Three hours up, a few hours there, then three hours back. It was a nice break! Even nicer to get to watch Blade play.

Breaks…they are very good in the scheme of things…seeing family and grandkids…priceless!

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Life on a Colorado Farm

My name is Linda Brown. I live on a farm on the western slope of Colorado, in the high mountain desert. I’ve lived here all my life, hailing back four generations on my father’s side. Today I blog about our farm, the everyday activities that keep the farm going. I also write about my thoughts and dreams and goals. On Friday’s I always write about our two farm dogs (Fuzzy (now over the rainbow bridge) and Boomer) and their take of their life on our farm.
The lovely thing about blogging it opens the world up for all of us to reach out and meet people from many different cultures and different ways of life. You can find me every day (but Saturday) at https://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com/
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Linda Brown